This punch was so unexpected that Cui Minggui was completely knocked out and rolled several times.

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded and stared blankly at Cui Minggui.

"What's wrong if you don't have internal strength?" Chen Dahong put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Didn't you get knocked down by me?"

"Come on, beat him to death!"

Cui Minggui was so angry that he jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Chen Dahong like crazy.

Cui Minggui no longer held back, and used his family's secret skill, Huangquan Palm, to slap Chen Dahong hard on him.

Everyone at the scene pounced on Chen Dahong, using swords and guns to attack him.

As a member of the upper three tribes, the Cui family has been an ancient martial arts family for hundreds of years and has maintained the stability of the Yan Dynasty until today.

There are indeed many masters in the Cui family, not much worse than other sects in the martial arts world!

However, what Chen Dahong is not afraid of most in his life is fighting.

The more they fight, the more excited they become.

"Come on, come together and see how grandpa deals with you!" Chen Dahong laughed hahaha.

Among the crowd, Chen Dahong waved his fists and smashed them around with "boom, boom, boom". There was a constant sound of swords and guns clashing, and the sound of iron chains shaking.

People kept falling under Chen Dahong's iron fist, and people kept causing wounds on Chen Dahong's body.

Chen Dahong's body is covered with iron chains, but a master can secretly use his inner strength or hold a magic weapon to cut off the iron chains on his body.

As soon as the iron chain was broken, Chen Dahong's body lost its protection, and wounds of various sizes suddenly appeared.

But this not only failed to knock him down, but made him even more crazy and angry!

Chen Dahong roared like an enraged beast, attacking and advancing desperately.

Wails and screams came and went.

People kept falling to the ground or flying out.

Glaring swords and guns, and bright red blood are everywhere.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, and the crazy sound of fighting finally subsided.

Everyone in the Cui family fell down, but Chen Dahong was still standing.

Chen Dahong's body was covered in blood and scars, like a tiger that had been bitten by a pack of wolves.

Chen Dahong gasped heavily.

The blood spread down bit by bit along his body and legs.

This was the most serious injury he had ever suffered in his memory.

There was a wailing sound all around. Chen Dahong looked to the left, then to the right, and finally found a person.

He walked over, bent down and grabbed Cui Minggui's collar.

Cui Minggui was already dying.

No one knew when he was beaten to the ground. There seemed to be no difference under Chen Dahong's iron fist.

"I really want to remember you a little bit." Chen Dahong said seriously: "You have always looked down on me, haven't you?"

When he said this, the blood on Chen Dahong's head was still dripping down.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, dripping on Cui Minggui's face.

Cui Minggui did not reply because he was speechless. Almost all the bones in his body were broken by Chen Dahong.

"If I don't have any internal strength, I'll kill you anyway."

After Chen Dahong said this, he punched Cui Minggui away again.

"Dong dong dong -" Cui Minggui rolled a few times and lay on the ground motionless.

Chen Dahong staggered and continued walking towards the Holy Palace.

It’s different from the high-spirited and rampant atmosphere at the beginning.

His current speed is very, very slow.

After all, he was injured so badly that there was almost no intact skin left on his body.

Every time he took a step, some blood would spread out, dragging a long blood trail behind him.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally saw the gate of the Holy Palace.

Chen Dahong raised his head and looked at the majestic Holy Palace, his eyes were a little dazed and dazed.

Such a familiar place...

Been here myself.

Definitely been here.

He didn't know what attracted him, but his pace became much faster, running forward with a thump thump thump.

Of course the guards at the gate of the Holy Palace discovered him.

"Who!"

"Don't move!"

Everyone raised their guns one after another.

Chen Dahong ignored it and continued to run forward, even faster and faster.

"Final warning!"

"Come here again and you will be killed without mercy!"

These guards shouted violently. They did not want to harm innocent people, but if the other party did not listen to their advice, they could not be blamed for being ruthless.

But Chen Dahong still ran wildly.

Although he was obviously seriously injured, he looked like a vigorous cheetah.

"shot!"

The captain guarding the Holy Palace finally gave the order.

"Bang bang bang bang bang -"

Dense gunshots rang out, and countless bullets whizzed towards Chen Dahong.

These people can garrison the Holy Palace, and of course they are all good candidates. Their marksmanship is even more amazing and proficient!

But what's even more amazing is that everyone felt that as soon as their eyes flashed, Chen Dahong had already arrived in front of them.

"Boom boom boom!"

Chen Dahong punched out several times, and all the guards flew out.

Then, Chen Dahong punched hard, and the door of the Holy Palace finally opened with a "squeak".

At the same time, the piercing alarm sounded throughout the Holy Palace!

"Woo-wu-wu-"

Chen Dahong turned a deaf ear and plunged into the Holy Palace.

In the vast inner courtyard of the Holy Palace, countless people armed with swords and guns surged towards this side.

Including Houjimo.

Chen Dahong still showed no fear and kept swinging his fists.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

People kept being beaten down, and people kept being beaten away.

However, Chen Dahong's injuries were also more serious.

Finally, Chen Dahong couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground in pain and helplessness.

The crowd brandished swords and guns and wanted to kill Chen Dahong immediately.

"stop!"

Houjimo said loudly.

Everyone stopped.

Hou Jimo came to Chen Dahong, checked Chen Dahong's injuries, shook his head and sighed: "Throw him out, and then take precautions to prevent him from coming in again."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who this person was, let alone why Hou Jimo took special care of him.

But someone still came out, lifted up Chen Dahong and prepared to throw him out.

At this moment, a deep voice came from afar: "Bring him to my temple."

It is the voice of the Flame Saint.
To be continued...